It started around 200-lbs. when my belly was starting to hang. After gaining forty more pounds; it jiggles when I’m walking.

I started waddling at 240-lbs.

Restaurant booths are my biggest challenge. When dining out with my mother and sister, I gotten stuck in a booth; but managed to get out.

I’m noticing that my clothes are getting smaller (getting harder to fit in a size 24 jeans). My face has fattened out some more; and my belly is getting much rounder and fatter. The restaurant booths are getting smaller as I get fatter. I’m embracing my fatness.

When I was eight years old, my appetite began to increase and I would eat a lot; even when I wasn’t hungry. My sister who is a year older than me, would say “you’re becoming a fatty”. My mother and sister were both thin and I grew into a fat girl. I had a gland problem that caused me to gain weight. I was fat like my aunts were. It was like I meant to be fat with the fat face, thighs, arms and round belly. Family gatherings were a constant challenge. Relatives always patting my belly saying “look how fat she’s gotten”. My fat male cousin and I would compete in the “Junior Belly Bucking” competition down south. I was the only girl who competed. Several of the other boys in my paternal grandmother’s town would compete. I competed with a fat boy and our bellies would be bumping into each other. The boy ended on the ground. I came in second place in the competition.

I'm outgrowing the clothes from last year. Growing into another size.

When I was 225-lbs., I bent a lawn chair due to my weight.

I wouldn't suck my stomach in and for what reason? Be proud that you're fat.

Cookies and ice cream on a nightly basis before going to bed.

My aunts were fat and I was fascinated with their large bodies and their fuller faces. I began to eat a lot. When I weighed 200-lbs., I doubled the amount of food to eat. I would snack on cupcakes, chips and cookies. Now, I'm currently weighing in at 250-lbs.; just fifty pounds away from 300-lbs.